Night fell heavily on my heart. But what gives wings to my soul is you.

As I walk, my gait gets infirm at times. But I feel your warm hand…

and everything before me turns in sync with the mountain and trees.

And I stop for a long second to take in your warm kiss.

Ah, sweet love. Feel as new. A couple of days older but no more.

Tell me a story while we cross the country woods. Till we reach the

store. The one about your beautiful dog Bruno, you described to me.

Ah, yes. I remember, when he run along you after those silly

butterflies. Oh, oh, that one too. The one when you helped Grandma

make English muffins and they burned…! Using her old stove built at

the beginning of the century…and you two laughed like crazy

realizing you had to try it again! I can hear the laughter of you two.

I love your stories. Yes, yes, every time more detail is added as you tell

them. And I love it.

Feel better, sweet love. Thank you.

EO